Someone who always has to be the last person to clap in an audience.
Anna: That was a really awesome open mic night on Monday, wasn't it?
Rob: Yeah, it was but did hear that last clapper after every song. What a jack ass!
When one is 90% sure they are going to fart but there is an outside chance they may shart, so just to be safe they seek out the nearest toilet.
If you'll excuse a moment, I have to go make a safety-shart. I don't want a repeat of what happened last week when I shat my britches.
When you really really have to take a shit so you're rushing to get home so you put the brown siren on top of your car to let everyone know to get out of your way.
Robert: Shit! Why did we have to go to the Indian restaurant on the other side of town. I don't think I'm gonna make it home. Put on the brown siren for fucks sake!
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The act of getting drunk on the utra cheap, always delicious Charles Shaw wines, popularized by Trader Joes.
Anna: What are you thinming about doing tonight.
Rob: I don't know. I was kind of thinking about getting two buck fucked, how 'bout you?